Logikil - Against the Wall (feat. Danny Ross) Lyrics

Back against the wall
Back against the City

I'm in this sh** for life, f*** peace talk who getting hit tonight
Profit in the flesh but I be doubted like the living Christ
Hit em' with the upper left hook they ain't living right
Counting all the tools but getting stuck when they get a vice
Snake eyes they peeping tryna take mine when sleeping
Through the grape vine it's leaking n**** say hi to Jesus
You ain't got a reason n**** hate gotta be it
Triggers spray diarrhea BBRRRR DAT DAT PAT PAT
Loose cannon like Nick when he wilding out
I call shots even do it with out dialing out
Stress adding to the pressure feeling like he down and out
It's time to pry inside my mind and try to dig a diamond out
That s*** get deep, problems bigger than Sean
The irony in that is killing me ya
Like a strategist of war gotta practice when it's hard
Envisioning success even with my back against the wall

Back against the wall
Back against the City
Cuz I'm a m*****f****** problem

I'm a young Spanish crazy m*****f*****
Hate 2 things a dumb b**** and lazy m*****f******
From a city full of haters s*** get crazy in the summer
Bullets blazing and the come up got her baby under covers
It's real, been a target now my head on a swivel
Thug living while I'm staring at this whip through my rear view
It's been like 8 blocks and n****s still following?
My brother's riding and he got the strap with the hollows in
You aint catching me slump hell nah tree stump
Rooted in the drama since a kid n**** beef's fun
You putting on the same show every time re-run
Your gangsta 'bout as real as America's fake freedom
Product of the violent times wilding when you spot a dime
Times the way you gotta ride when envy's getting out of line
Never in the cross hairs you aint spotting mine
Chill with old "school" n****s that shoot, no Columbine

Back against the wall
Back against the City
Cuz I'm a m*****f****** problem

This that feeling of danger when you gripping the banga
When your mind's getting plagued from the feeling of anger
This the rust on the razor from the cut when you grazed him
The reason that his eyes twitches every time the rain come
This is the darkness, the shadows that you harness
Use it as a cloak to make a dollar in the hardships
Red and blue flashes of light and dogs barking
Running through apartments hiding guns under carpets
This is how it feels to have a dollar to your name
I mean a dolla not the saying just a dollar to your name
This is mobbing in the range while you bottling the pain
Feeling up the brim so you can wallow in a daze
This if life from a ghetto point of reference
A real point of view just to give em all perspective
You treat us like dogs now we tatted representing
You ain't gotta love us but for damn sure respect it

Back against the wall
Back against the City
Cuz I'm a m*****f****** problem